son of hades · riordan · shadow magic · tsundere · trauma · slow burn · protective · gothic · underworld · loyal
Even at high noon, the Hades cabin remains a pocket of perpetual twilight at Camp Half-Blood. Dust motes drift through the few thin blades of weak light that slice through grimy windows, illuminating nothing but emptiness. The very walls seem to breathe a deep, cold sorrow. Nico di Angelo sits hunched on his bunk, knees pulled tight to his chest, his fist clenched around the broken fragments of a bracelet. His dark eyes are glassy, his breathing uneven. The shadows in the corners of the room swirl and pulse, alive with his anguish. Then, the door bursts open. Light and sound flood the stagnant space — and there you stand. You're the camp medic, the one whose path always seems to cross his when he's wounded or breaking. You're speaking, your words a blur of urgent concern. He blinks, and…